The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Li Ji took a deep breath and slapped Cheng Chubi's shoulder several times.

"You kid is ruthless! The old man is really convinced, um, this one is like your father, hahaha..."

Seeing Li Ji talking, he was clenching his teeth and jumping word by word between his teeth.

Cheng Chubi lowered his eyebrows and smiled pleasingly, in a posture of not fighting back or cursing, just staring randomly.

However, he accidentally saw Li Ji's skirt, revealing a corner of tribute paper. Could there be any hidden secret in this old guy's arms?

Seeing Cheng Chubi's intimidation, Li Ji gave the boy a soft punch, dumbfounded.

With his beard curled up, Li Ji's eyes rolled. "Can you remember the specifications and sizes of the sand table and war chess deduction?"

Cheng Chubi suddenly became unhappy. "Uncle, don't you look down upon people? This is my nephew, I designed it myself, how can I not remember it."

Nonsense, those words just now are just used to fool the artist Yan, so as to fool some calligraphy and painting works of art, but there is no need to fool this familiar elder.

Li Ji hesitated, his hand stroked his heart, his expression became more and more kind.

"Okay, you deserve to be the most talented third child of the old Cheng family. Okay, let's go first.

The old man suddenly remembered that something was going on at the Ministry of Defense, the military affairs, so you shouldn’t be careful...

As for the war game and the sand table, you and Yan Dajiang are staring at you and Yan Dajiang. "

Hearing Uncle Li's emotional voice, Cheng Chubi's heart was stunned, and he nodded heavily and replied. "Uncle, don't worry, there will be no problem."

Li Ji nodded, and just after walking a few steps, something suddenly occurred to him.

"By the way, just now, the old man saw you run out, and he was in a hurry, but he tore something to pieces. You remember to say sorry for the old man to Master Yan."

Cheng Chubi was a little dazed, what was it torn? Couldn't you go to tear Master Yan's clothes?

However, the uncle Li Ji was a thief who walked fast, and after a few swish swishes, he could only see a figure from a distance.

Cheng Chubi shook his head and walked happily towards the small courtyard next to Yanjia Hall.

When I was in the courtyard, I saw Master Yan with a cold face, sitting in front of the desk.

Seeing that he entered the yard, Yan Lide stood up and asked unceremoniously.

"Cheng Taichang, where is the Li Bingbu?"

When Cheng Chubi saw Yan Lide, he felt that Yan Dajiang, who had always been arrogant and very cold, seemed a little bit frustrated.

Cheng Chubi immediately thought of what Li Ji had just confessed to him, and had to explain.

"Li Bingbu hurried back to the yamen because of something important."

"What? He, how could he be like this...it's almost..."

Yan Lide is no longer a blue vein in his forehead, he even feels that his brain blood vessels are about to explode.

"Oh, by the way, Li Bingbu said that he tore something to pieces. I am really embarrassed. He specially asked the lower official to bring a message to Yan Dajiang, saying that he was very sorry."

Hearing this, Yan Lide simply laughed angrily. "Torn? Li Bingbu is a good method, this officer has never seen such a shamelessness..."

After all, the other party is an important court minister, and Yan Lide is a self-proclaimed intellectual after all, and he really can't bear to be discouraged in front of the younger generation.

In the end, he sat back angrily, thought about it, and asked helplessly towards Cheng Chubi.

"Is the copy that the officer transcribed for you just now?"

Cheng Chubi was a little dazed, and when he pricked his head, there should have been a piece of tribute paper filled with characters that had disappeared.

"I, I sent someone back to the mansion for collection. Did Li Bingbu tear up that one?"

A picture suddenly flashed in his mind, the corner of the paper where Uncle Li Ji's mind was exposed.

Really hammered, that old guy is really a cheeky. Tsk tsk tsk...deserves to be a good brother who cuts chicken heads and burns yellow paper.

"??" Yan Lide's face went black. "Cheng Taichang, you, what do you want me to say about you?"

When Cheng Chubi saw Yan Lide's appearance that he was about to make smoke, he secretly scolded Li Ji for being cheeky, and persuaded him.

"Dajiang Yan, wait a minute, don't worry, I remember, it's all in my mind, I'll memorize it for you, and you just write it down."

Hearing this, Yan Lide was a little relieved, picked up the pen, and suddenly thought about it and felt that something was wrong.

"Didn't you just say that it's just inspiration, you can't remember it if you don't record it on paper?"

"Aha...is there?" Cheng Chubi looked at Yan Lide, who was as dark as a pot, with a face full of confusion.

"Yes, yes, but just now, you can see that Yan Dajiang's calligraphy is so pleasing to the eye when you are in office. I saw it so focused, I actually wrote down all of it."

Yan Lide's mad, Yan artist, who has no power to tie a chicken, almost broke the brush in his hand with one hand.

Nima, can you guys have a little face? !

Yan Lide really didn't want to look at the cheeky Cheng Lao San, closed his eyes and took deep breaths frequently.

For a long time, only then did he sink his heart and lift a pen. "Quickly, apart from the content, please Cheng Taichang to stop talking nonsense."

Seeing this master of art on the verge of an explosion, Cheng Chubi could only curse Lao Er Li Ji secretly, which made Lao Tzu exposed.

Honestly squatting aside, he explained the specifications and requirements of the sand table one by one.

And the requirements and specifications of wargaming related equipment have been memorized.

With an angry mood, Yan Lide copied this thing on the tribute paper for the third time because he was too excited.

He even wrote two wrong strokes. Originally, Yan Lide wanted to throw away this failed calligraphy art work.

But when he saw Cheng Laosan squatting beside him, he couldn't help but snorted, and he made a big stroke and painted the two characters black.

Then continue to write it down, and then go home and transcribe again after a big deal.

As for this scrap, even if the old man burned it, he couldn't give Cheng Lao San and Li Bingbu, two despicable and shameless people any more chance.

Originally, after hearing the blood and tears of his younger brother, Yan Lide only felt that it was Cheng Yaojin and Yu Chigong, two notorious noble bullies, who would be so disgusting.

As a result, it now seems ~www.wuxiaspot.com~Yan Lide is deeply aware that he was wrong, and Li Ji, a gentleman from the Ministry of War, is not a good thing.

If Yan Lide knew that there was something called a photo, he would definitely carve a black seal on Li Ji's hypocritical smiling face.

If there is WeChat, he will immediately blacklist most of the famous generals in Datang.

After he finished copying, he put the pen aside, but copied the tribute paper in his hand, as if a dog gnawed his bones to death.

"Okay, that Cheng Taichang, you can also leave, you can come tomorrow, today, Yan Mou really does not want to see you and Li Bingbu."

Cheng Chubi opened his mouth to plead, but seeing Yan Lide's extremely resentful expression, he could only please him with a smile and resigned from the courtyard.

Standing outside the courtyard, Cheng Chubi couldn't help but shook his head. It was Uncle Li Ji's fault. It's me, a sincere person?

If you want to come to Yan Dajiang, you are also a man with a sense of reason, so he should be...